Chasing His Silent Luna Back
My heart hammers in my chest as we frantically escort the children onto the schoolbus.
“Jackie, Sam, Lucy, okay–” I stop my head count, suddenly freezing in horror as I realize one of my students–Thea, a smart, adventurous girl–is missing.
I turn to look at one of the other teachers. “Thea is missing,” I say frantically.
Their face falls in terror. “Moon Goddess help her.”
“I need to go get her,” I say, already turning and rushing towards the bus’s exit.
“You can’t!” Another gasps out.